Aasim, Iyanna Dean - So Fly lyrics

Yeah, yeah, turn it up though, black yeah
It's New York City aasim, flyest nigga
When I step in the room all the bitches say
(Shwanky) hahaha, yeahh, ayy

Rest assured I'm somethin' Heaven sent
My flow is godly when I'm
Rhymin' you could search but hardly find
A state of mind that's more
Bacardi when I'm spillin' shit
Feelin' this in my
Delivery of deliverance, it's ignorance
Which is bliss
And pardon my fly niggas and chicks
I've been away a while
No I wasn't awaitin' trial for once
I was stackin' chips
Gettin' all my niggas shit
Fuckin' desperate housewives
And swattin' negative houseflies that
Tried to hovеr over all my Grind Music-ness
That boy is special whеn he talk
A couple sentences
His flow drench is pretentious
Lil' fuckers with they gimmick shit
People in trances doin' corny lil' dances
Talkin' bout they rich but really they broker
Than Ashy Larry is, shit is hilarious
The pimp is here, the swanky limp is here
The gift is here
The New York Cobblestone Prince is here
Nigga yeah I've been
Aware of you in despair
Don't interfere with why I'm savin' you now
Just go with the shit

I've been feelin' like I'm almost there
Tip, tip-toein', passin' through the air
Swagger so mean, tryna catch my breath
Can't believe you got me feelin'
Like a pimp sing oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh ohoh, oh
Ayy, ayy

Just go with it, I'm pro with it, and poetic
No profit, for-profit
I pen it 'cause that's my profession
Perfection, perplexin' those, not in proper
Possession of the garments I copped
From the Polo section
My dolo sections is overly aggressive
If you don't hold, you don't go home, ho
With my hormones
Now run along where you belong, peasant
Aas' got a strong presence
Aas' got a long stretchin'
For those in need of a strong
Long porn session, ah man, Sean
They sweatin' i perform acts of reckless
Thoughts that defy court benches
A little off-senseless
Still I dress the more freshest
Word to my forefathers, my forearms is tatted
With the blood of a savage dog menace
And it's a death sentence
To trespass in my war path
Niggas end up breathless
I been in my cage restless, repentin'
Now I'm ready
To make my second Bad Boy grand entrance
Feel me?

I've been feelin' like I'm almost there
Tip, tip-toein', passin' through the air
Swagger so mean, tryna catch my breath
Can't believe you got me feelin'
Like a pimp sing oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh oh, oh
Ayy, ayy

Money Pit part two!